Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.